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In the white ward, a thin young man with a big sword came in with fruit.

There were extremely messy scratches on the back of his sword, and a line of signature words from [Su Ming'an] were vaguely visible.

He stared at the patient on the bed - the patient had a face that was almost the same as him, but there was only the desert-like nothingness left in his eyes, without any slight radiance.

"Brother." Mo Yan sat in front of the bed, peeling the apple in his hand: "I'll come to see you."

The patient raised his fingers. He was Mo Xiao, Mo Yan's biological brother, and was seriously traumatized due to the influence of the Sixth World White Sand Paradise.

"The second brother has not responded yet. He may have really become a special identity person." Mo Yan said: "I don't want to believe the possibility that he can't come back at all. I prefer to believe... the second brother is still alive, even if he defects to the organizer and becomes a traitor to humanity. I also... hope he will live."

His second brother Mo Wen, who went away and disappeared completely after Playa entered the big library in the Seventh World.

The three brothers in the family were crazy and disappeared, leaving only the normal Mo Yan to bear the pressure.

And their family is just a microcosm of countless human families today and an intuitive manifestation of the world game trap.

——The crisis of mental stress and the temptation of people with special identities.

Mo Yan stared at his brother Mo Xiao on the bed, and his eyes became confused... Perhaps it was mixed with panic about the loss of his loved ones.

He once became a warm light in that hellish white sand paradise, a pistachio that is always optimistic and upward, but at this time, he was afraid that he would not even illuminate himself.

"...what should we do." Mo Yan murmured to himself: "Living in such a world, living in a world that is completely controlled by high-level people, even if the end of the year expires and wins... will we really have a way out? Brother, what should we do if your illness is done? Second brother disappears, will he come back? His parents are not selected into the game, and they have no power to tie a chicken. Can I protect this family alone?"

Mo Xiao on the bed stared blankly at the ceiling, motionless like a vegetative person, losing reaction to the outside world.

The knife in Mo Yan's hand made a slight "cha" sound, and the apple skin fell to the ground like a paper tape.

On the TV screen hanging in the ward, there are promotional videos that promote positive emotions and positive energy. Barrage flashes across the screen like passionate slogans.

[I believe in the future! I believe that the total score will meet the standards!!!]

[I have signed up for volunteers, and I want to do something for human beings. I am very timid and dare not end up, but I don’t want to be a lie-out person who is lying alone. Human beings! A person! Must win!]

[I am very open-minded. Even if I fail, this period is the most unforgettable period of time for me. I have no regrets if I am erased.]

[...I have done everything I hadn't had the energy to do with my parents before. We went to build a virtual landscape system to see Huashan, climb Huangshan, see foreign pyramids, travel around the world, and experience different copy lives... This carefree year is more valuable to me than the decades of working overtime for mortgage loans and car loans in the past, and scrambling for children's school.]

[Staying on Zhai Xing is just a repetitive life, working overtime like a dog, and being humble for a certificate and diploma. Compared to such a life, I am willing to welcome the world game!!]

[The world game is also very good. I don’t think it is a crisis of extinction. We have been exposed to a new century and a new civilization.]

[High-dimensional creatures may not be full of malicious intentions towards us, and the dungeons may not be completely controlled by them. According to the attitude of high-dimensional creatures, there are probably "pro-human factions" and "helpful people factions", otherwise why can we still be alive? This is precisely because they didn't think of killing us with one blow.]

【…】

Mo Yan looked at the barrage coldly, and his fists clenched, and the blue veins pounded.

Since the beginning of the world game, the trend of human attitudes has changed several times.

At first, people were afraid and rushed forward like a whipped donkey, fearing that the points would not meet the standards would be destroyed. Later, with the emergence of san value dungeons and mental trauma, the panic became more serious, and the fear of the end became the mainstream of thought. People were more willing to place their hopes on the strong, making the strong stronger and the weak weaker.

But now...

But now.

...There are actually beginning to appear the trend of "Welcome the World Game", "Accepting the organizer" and "This is an opportunity for human evolution".

Is this human optimism?

No.

It should be said that no matter what era, there will be such a faction that the invaders are the faction of the great charity. In this case, one word should be used to describe it - "ball selling thief".

Mo Yan gritted his teeth, his fist "kaka" sounded, but he was unable to change all this.

The barrage river that was passing by in front of him was separated from him by a complete screen.

"Don't...say."

He heard his brother Mo Xiao's voice coming from the bed.

"Brother..." Mo Yan immediately leaned over and held Mo Xiao's hand.

Mo Xiao's hands were very cold, very cold, like a piece of frozen frost, as if they had lost their temperature.

"You want to... live." Mo Xiao's eyes were covered with blood, like a flood of bright red spider webs: "... live."

He seemed to have forgotten more words and would only repeat "living" mechanically. This seemed to be the deepest obsession in his mind before he suffered major mental trauma.

Let your loved ones survive.

"I will... of course I will survive!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth - his brother became like this. Isn't it just that the san copy of the World Games was damaged? How could he get close to the organizer?

Others who have not suffered substantial trauma - they speak lightly, of course! How can they understand the pain of their relatives being hurt by accepting ‘high dimensions’ and ‘sponsors’?

How can you really put yourself in others' shoes if you don't sit in someone else's chair and walk in others' shoes?

"When the big brother... the first player is fighting on the front line, there will be such traitors who raise the flag and surrender..." Mo Yan gritted his teeth, and he remembered a previous conversation.

Before, someone advised him to get closer to his elder brother...the first player.

After all, in Baisha Paradise, he has a deep contact with the first player. If he can form a team with his thighs, this kind of friendship is feasible. In this way, his family can be treated better, and even pigs can fly when they sit in the air.

...But how could he be so shameless? How could he be so shameless? His strength does not meet the standards, so how could he squeeze the position of other people's teammates?

[Do you think of him as my closest brother, or the out of reach first player, or the superior who gives me hope, or the person who drags me into the quagmire of public opinion together]?

"No, nothing, no thanks, it's just a meal." Xiao Qiao said like a mosquito: "This is what I picked up in the garbage dump, made by a scrap cooking robot, I repaired it a little."

She seems to have a very mechanical talent.

Su Mingan noticed that in this small and dilapidated house, there were many machines that were picked up at first glance, automatic dishwasher, sweeping machine disc, simulated garment mechanical mirror, and some small guns without ammunition.

However, Xiaomei has no channel to sell these, and once she reveals her wealth, she will easily be robbed or even killed.

"Where is your sister Dong An'an?" Su Mingan asked.

When they first met, the mute girl Dong Anan was hunted by a robot, and she had a Dawn password on her body.

Dong Anan is a cowardly mute girl who can only speak sign language during the day. At night, she is a cruel girl who can assassinate him and even recognizes him as Akto.

"We were chased by the mechanical army before, so we ran away separately. I don't know where she is now." Xiaomei said softly.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Also, what's going on tonight..."

Su Mingan knew it.

"I am solving the Red Alert matter. After returning to Central City, I will order the punishment of these people who bully you." Su Ming'an said.

He knew that the position of people like Xiaomei was difficult, so they had nowhere to seek justice, they had been bullied for a long time, and being humiliated and violently beaten has become a habit.

But to his surprise, Xiaomei actually refused.

"No, no..."

Xiaomei shook her head repeatedly, and a faint light appeared in her clear eyes, and her thin shoulders kept shaking: "—Please, please don't care about this matter. Bullying and other things... are normal things. If you resist, you will only be treated worse. If that middle-aged man is not dead today, he will definitely be locked in a shelter in the future. But if the city lord pays attention to this matter again, the black boss here will investigate... and then everything will be over!"

She buried her head in her palm, her tone full of struggle and pain: "We have divisions of forces in the marginal area, and there are black bosses who are in charge of nighttime business like us. All of us girls are under his control. Such a stable life is already good, very good, I can no longer accept many variables. City Lord, please stop paying attention to this side, Dawn... Dawn cannot tolerate us!

If even such days are ruined, we will be killed when we enter the city. I would rather survive here than go to the shelter and be electrocuted. If you are beaten by a guest now, you will be beaten up, at least there will be freedom and human rights…”

She said tremblingly, turned around and ran into the inner room covered by a curtain.

Su Mingan stared at the empty bowl that she licked cleanly on the table.

The food in his hand did not move at all.

...There was no salt added at all, and the vegetables had become more quartz and it was difficult to swallow even a bite, so he couldn't eat them.

She used to be like a child who was afraid that others would take away her job. She held the bowl tightly and buried her head in it.

"Xike." Su Mingan stared at the bowl: "I hate Dawn."

Xike's image appeared on the screen "swish", and she was awakened by his voice.

"You are the one who shouldn't hate dawn the most," she said. "This is the current state of the city, and we can't take care of everyone's will.
Chapter completed!